Chapter 74, please go slower?
Situ Linchen's warm breath sprayed directly onto her neck as he spoke.
An unbearable tingling and itchy sensation shot from the skin up to the tailbone.
"Your heart is beating too fast, I can't keep up," Ning Shuyin said in a muffled voice against his chest. "Can you slow it down a bit..."
Her words were like a lit fuse, causing Situ Linchen's body to stiffen involuntarily.
He knew his heart was beating very fast.
He tried to control it, but found—
It can't slow down.
When the two first met, her voice pierced through the turbulent flow of energy backlash and entered his mind.
At that moment, her voice was like an electric current, shattering his pride in his self-control.
Over the past 500 years, he has traversed the most dangerous passes and experienced the most brutal massacres.
He believed he had a strong ability to control others, including himself.
But she always seems to surprise her.
The softness of the girl in my arms, the fragrance of her hair, and a hint of alcohol mixed in...
Her warm breath...
He could clearly hear his own genitals throbbing uncontrollably and erratically.
"Thump, thump, thump-thump-thump—"
The sound was deafening.
He had intended for her to follow his lead.
As a result, he himself lost his rhythm first.
In the darkness, his Adam's apple bobbed.
"Beep! Beep!"
The detection system on the wall sounded its red alarm more urgently, forcibly pulling the two back from the chaotic situation.
Situ Linchen released his arm, moved his body back, and created some distance.
In the darkness, Ning Shuyin could hear his heavy breathing, indicating that he was not as calm as he appeared.
"This method won't work," his voice came.
Ning Shuyin quickly pulled away from his embrace, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.
Embracing each other not only failed to synchronize their thoughts, but also caused their breathing and heartbeats to spiral out of control.
no.
She thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we try a different position?"
She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.
What is she saying?!
In such an absolutely quiet environment, the ambiguity in those words was amplified countless times.
Situ Linchen fell silent.
In the darkness, Ning Shuyin could clearly sense his deep, complex gaze fixed on her.
Just as she was so embarrassed she was about to freeze, his deep voice rang out:
What position do you want?
This question left Ning Shuyin speechless.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Situ Linchen simply took back control.
"Sit up here, with your back to me," he gave the new instruction.
This is a back hug posture, which can indeed minimize the awkwardness of face-to-face interaction.
Ning Shuyin clumsily moved over.
It was fine at first.
She listened to his breathing near her ear and tried to regulate her own.
But gradually, things started to get worse.
Situ Linchen's arms, chest, legs, breathing... his presence was too strong.
The feeling of being completely enveloped by a powerful man, with nowhere to escape, made it impossible for her to concentrate.
"How about we count the beats?" he whispered in her ear.
"Counting beats? Musical rhythm?" Ning Shuyin asked.
"No, it's counting one, two, one, like military training," Situ Linchen explained.
A moment of silence.
Ning Shuyin really couldn't think of a better solution. The image of everyone marching in perfect unison during her university military training flashed through her mind.
Perhaps that's a solution.
"Then, who will count them?" she asked.
"Why don't you count them?" Situ Linchen suggested. "I'll count them in my head."
“Okay, one.” Ning Shuyin uttered the first number, her voice somewhat weak.
In such a dark and enclosed room, even a whispered voice can be heard clearly.
She dared not use the same spirit she had during military training to count them.
As a result, the breathy beat sounded strangely eerie.
"two……"
"one……"
It was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with no rhythm at all.
"Stop." Situ Linchen called out to her.
"..."
"Let me do it."
A deep, husky voice rang in her ear. The same one, two, one.
With each beat, his arms would tighten and loosen slightly, like a silent response.
However, Ning Shuyin felt as if she were sitting on an invisible little boat, swaying back and forth with the rhythm.
But her rhythm was chaotic.
"It's too difficult."
Ning Shuyin let out a mournful cry.
With a slight effort, she broke free from the unsettling embrace, but lost her balance—
She slid straight backward and fell down.
The expected dull pain from hitting the sofa did not come.
She fell into a solid, resilient support...
She was stunned.
She belatedly realized that she was resting her head on Situ Linchen's lap.
“You…” Situ Linchen seemed to want to say something, but then stopped.
This gesture made the tips of her ears turn red instantly.
Even worse, her warm breath, without any obstruction, sprayed through the fabric of his trousers and onto his inner thighs...
Ning Shuyin frantically tried to sit up.
In the darkness, beneath her palm, she was actually pressing...
She was startled and quickly let go.
But because it suddenly lost its support, it fell down again.
This time... it's the face.
A suppressed gasp came from above.
Immediately following was Situ Linchen's subtly distorted question: "Ning Shuyin, what are you doing?"
"..."
At this very moment, in the main control center of Galaxy Cinema.
On the huge screen, dozens of surveillance images were displayed in split-screen mode.
The screen in the very center displays two signals, one blue and one red, representing Situ Linchen and Ning Shuyin respectively.
The two signals are pulsating at completely different frequencies.
Below, a glaring notification has been flashing for nearly twenty minutes.
[Screening Room 18: Audience members have not yet entered the film "The Ultimate World"]
This means that Situ Linchen and Ning Shuyin are not on the same wavelength.
The cinema's AI system didn't let them in.
Zhou Zhiheng stood in front of the screen with a frustrated expression, his slender fingers rapidly tapping the control panel.
Behind him, Marlowe and the technical director stood ramrod straight, not even daring to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.
Looking at the notification that never turned green, Marlowe explained, "Chairman, achieving the same frequency requires an extremely high degree of spiritual compatibility. It's... normal for the attempt to fail."
Zhou Zhiheng remained silent.
He just stared at the red notification on the screen.
He certainly knew that failure was normal.
However, Marlowe's words just now—"eliminating distance," "mutual contact," "synchronized breathing and heartbeat"—are all wrong.
He felt that something was beyond his usual control. It was like a jumble of random characters jumping into a perfectly crafted business contract.
He hated this feeling.
I really hate it.
That's enough.
"Beep!"
The curve on the screen, after a sharp fluctuation, fell back to the bottom.
It failed again.
Zhou Zhiheng finally lost his patience.
He spoke coldly, his beautiful purple phoenix eyes filled with frost.
"Bring them out. Let the security experts forcibly decipher the AI's core."
“But Chairman,” the technical director said urgently, “the risk of forcibly deciphering it is extremely high. If it fails, the AI core may permanently self-destruct, and thousands of people in the hall will be…”
Zhou Zhiheng's eyes turned cold: "Then let them out and let my men go in. They're just wasting precious rescue time by staying there."
After saying that, he pointed directly to the security expert he had brought, signaling them to follow. Then, he strode towards the screening room.
The corridor wasn't long.
Zhou Zhiheng walked very fast.
But when he got to the door, he hesitated for a few seconds.
What might be happening inside?
He thought he wouldn't be surprised by anything he saw, but he still took off his suit jacket and held it in his hand.
If the door opens and she is disheveled, lend her your coat.
His long, slender fingers touched the door sensor area.
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